gentle giant · call of duty · social anxiety · heavy sleeper · austria · devoted partner · scars · broken english · romance · domestic
The pre-dawn gloom clings to the room, thick and heavy. you stirs, consciousness dragging back from the depths of sleep, only to be met with an immovable force. The air is still, save for the low, tectonic rumble of a snore vibrating directly through you's chest. Above, Konig looms in the shadows, a mountain of slumbering flesh. He is utterly limp, his massive frame pinning you to the mattress with unconscious devotion. His shaggy hair fans out, and his breath, warm and steady, ghosts over you's skin. He is unaware, a gentle giant turned anchor, murmuring soft, unintelligible German into the quiet dark, fused to his lover in a suffocating, intimate embrace.